princess

Rosemary feels like a wilted flower in her father’s court. Born into a society that places power on a pedestal, her frail body and weak angelic powers only earn scorn from her fellow nobles and icy contempt from her father. Suffocated by whispers and rejection, Rose’s gentle spirit eventually breaks, driving her to do the unimaginable– jumping off a bridge on a stormy day. But as she sinks into the water, memories of her brother's kindness renew her will to live. Yet, it might already be too late as she's dragged under the current of the river. All hope seems lost until a hand reaches into the roaring river and grabs her– a pair of cold eyes purple peer back at her. Would their owner bring the salvation she so desperately craves, or a continuation of the emotional torment she has endured since childhood?

After confessing her love to her childhood best friend, Gabrielle finds herself rejected and sold to a cruel high official in exchange for power by the best friend whom she loved so much. Hurt, betrayed, subjected to abuse, and stripped of her noble title Gabrielle begins to lose all hope until one day she runs into a man from a neighboring kingdom in need of help. Despite the danger Gabrielle agrees to help this man get back to his kingdom only to find that he is King and he is smitten with her. Will Gabrielle find her happily ever after with her new found love or will a sudden change of heart from her childhood best friend tear them apart?

What do you do when your god calls for you by name? That is what Prince Fidelis has to figure out when Autem, the god of his world, summons him. Princess Serenah, the youngest daughter of King Bayrel wishes for peace. Will she heed Autem's decree to change her kingdom's fate? What lengths will Serenah go to save her future? Trigger warnings: Child abuse, violence

She escaped one monster by killing him. Now the world she’s fallen into worships her as a princess and cages her just the same.

[MATURE CONTENT] SEXUALLY EXPLICIT CONTENT. Eighteen years ago, blood stained the halls of the Full Moon Gala. The Vampires came slaughtering nearly every wolf shifter at the gala, including the visiting royal family. Blood drenched the earth, and when the carnage ended. Prince Ambrose, soaked in the screams of his people, he rose from the ashes with a single vow: Blood for blood. Eighteen years later, Ambrose is now Alpha King, ruthless, unyielding, and revered by his pack. But his thirst for vengeance never dulled. His target? Princess Odette. Odette isn’t a delicate doll. She’s fire wrapped in silk. Born of power, and unafraid to destroy. Raised by the very monsters that broke him. Ambrose wants to break her. But this princess doesn't break easily. Captured. Kidnapped. Claimed. The girl he wanted to destroy becomes the woman he can’t stop watching. Touching. Needing. Their bond is dangerous. Twisted. Forbidden. Can love be born of vengeance? What if a terrifying and dangerous threat rises from the shadows? Can a millennia long blood feud be overcome or will they destroy themselves before the enemy even has a chance? Ex: “I missed how you talked back. I can smell the fire burning inside you. Your arousal. It’s strong. Now be a good girl and lie still.” He requested with what sounded like a polite tone but was really just a cover for his sick twisted thrill. “You don’t smell shit from me.” I was getting angry. I know he probably has armed my collar again or I’d throw him across the room and untie myself, give him a piece of my mind. But another part of me. Some twisted sick masochist piece of me wanted to find out how the game was played. He quickly closed the distance between us, reaching to tie the blindfold over me. The minute my vision darkened alarms rang in my head. Every sense was heightened. It was intense and overpowering. “Ever been touched here, by man?” I shook my heads no. He lifted his hand from my skin, and that’s when I realized I’d been holding my breath. He moved to my stomach. “How about here?” I shook my head no. he was driving me crazy, my skin was screaming for more, despite my better judgement, I also wanted more. His warm gentle touch sent a ripple of heat rolling down my back. I desperately wanted to know what yes would mean. My heart was thundering. The pit in my stomach became and ache between my legs. And then hot, soft lips crashed into mine, stealing my breath, it was anything but gentle. It was violent, all consuming, and possessive. Something twisted in me, I opened my mouth like a weak idiot and let him in. Let his tongue explore my mouth. I gave in completely surrendering to him. “You taste far better than I expected.” He sounded almost as breathless as me. I could hear his heart pounding just like mine. He touched my neck next. I nodded yes. Not just because it was true, but because I wanted it. I shouldn’t want it, but I did. Desperately. I wanted to feel the touch of his lips again. And my wish was granted. He bit into my neck softly first and started sucking and kissing on me. A moan escaped me, one I didn’t see coming. The bite at first hurt, but the sucking on my neck eased the pain, sending a jolt of pleasure through me. ***Authors Note: I am not quitting the book, updates our sporadic as I settle in to my new home, check comments in new chapters for updated pictures of our new safe home!***

The grand charity event hosted by eighty-five-year old Queen Alyndra Seris Aurelia Vaeloran at Zivale Hotel, Aurelion, the capital city of the Kingdom Of Fyrion ended in flames and tragedy. In a matter of hours, every member of Princess Kitandra’s family—her grandmother, her mother, her aunties, her uncles, her little brother, her cousin sisters and brothers, even the crown princess—was gone. Seventeen-year-old Kitandra wakes up in a hospital bed seventeen days after the bombing incident only to be told she is the sole survivor of the bombing incident and now the heir to the throne of Fyrion. Feeling alone and terrified, she is forced into a role she never expected, and now, she must step into a world of power and danger. As she begins her reign, she vows to find the person who destroyed her family. Anonymous threats, assassination attempts, and palace conspiracies test her courage at every turn. In a kingdom where she can't trust anyone easily and her life is at risk, can a scared young Kitandra rise to become a queen strong enough to rule a kingdom and uncover the deadly truth behind the bombing incident that caused the death of her family and loved ones? Find out in Queen Kitandra – a story of tragedy, courage, and revenge.

An exiled princess, a poisoned husband, and a battle for power—Eirian Soliel refuses to be forgotten, but can she turn a cold marriage into a fiery alliance before it’s too late? First cousin to the King and the darling of the Court of Sorrow, Eirian has spent most of her life indulging all her whims and fantasies under the protection of her royal blood, but when her father’s sudden re-marriage results in a son, she finds herself suddenly shuffled aside. On top of that, her longtime on-and-off romantic partner suddenly betrays her. Instead of proposing to her, he shows up to her birthday ball, married to a low-ranked Lady without a word of warning. Eirian’s life is upended, and her stepmother succeeds in exiling her into an arranged marriage with a general who never leaves the distant borderland. Regimented, completely disinterested in the capitol and the Court, and dying from a poison no one can identify, her new husband would rather continue his simple life with his mistress than welcome his new wife, but Eirian refuses to go down without fight. Determined to make a place for herself if she cannot find one, Eirian finds herself facing an enemy she never expected, and she underestimates her shy, gentle husband. Will the General fall for his vivacious Princess, or will Eirian be set aside again?

"To flee one monster she gave herself to another " “Little fish, where do you think you’re going to?” Damien’s tone was mocking, his eyes glinting with cruel amusement. “You know going back there means going back to him. Or perhaps…” his lips curved, “are you interested in incest?” Bella’s cheeks burned red with shame and anger. “I’m just worried about my mother,” she said quickly. “Oh, don’t worry.” Damien’s smile turned sinful. “Why don’t we make another deal? This time, I want more than your blood.” Bella’s chest tightened. She knew whatever deal he offered would leave her cheated—just like before, when he’d promised to help her escape Marcus in exchange for her blood, while secretly asking her father to gift her to him. “What do you want?” she asked, her voice doubtful. “Seems like my little goldfish is getting clever,” Damien drawled. “But it’s not like you have much of a choice.” “At least this time I’ll know what I’m getting into,” Bella reasoned, though her voice trembled. He moved closer, his presence swallowing the space between them. His head dipped low, as if to murmur a secret, his lips dangerously close to hers. “I want your body,” Damien whispered, voice like velvet over steel. “And your soul—in full. Bella, the daughter of a king and his captured mermaid concubine, has never been treated as a true princess. Shunned and unloved, her world shatters when she discovers her stepbrother’s dangerous obsession—one she cannot understand and cannot escape. Fleeing from his twisted desire, Bella’s path collides with a fate far darker. The cruel yet mesmerizing Vampire King, Damien Althour Valemont, is drawn to her beauty and her rare mermaid blood. He wants her, body and soul, and nothing will stand in his way. Caught between the brother she fears and the vampire king who threatens to consume her, Bella must choose which cage she will step into—only to find out that love and ruin may be one and the same.

Aliena Vampangel is a princess from another time that travels to Earth to create a community of vampangels. She is looking around the world for the best choice of people that she can help create a network of vampangels. The history of vampangels is unknown to people of the XXI century and she is here to disclose it.

Born from the gods of Life and Death, Nerisya is stolen as an infant during a divine betrayal that ignites a catastrophic war. Hidden among mortals, she grows conscious of her powers—unseen companions, death-sight, and a destiny feared by gods. Exiled by nobles, she reunites with her lover Amunet and rescues five extraordinary disciples whose fates intertwine with hers. Together they rise, shaping a new domain amid politics, deceit, and forbidden devotion. But when the traitor gods strike again, Nerisya dies—only to confront her past selves in the Abyss, resurrecting as a force capable of rewriting worlds.

[Warning: Mature Content, Gore, R-18+] The Kingdom offered Mirabelle to the World Eater as a sacrifice. Instead, he made her his queen. Now Mirabelle commands the nightmare called Revas: beautiful, terrifying, and bound to her in blood and devotion. With a single word, he would tear kingdoms apart and drown the world in blood just to make her smile. They thought they were feeding a monster. But they were crowning a goddess. In a love story of blood and butterflies, the world will end with a beautiful, devastating flutter of wings. Excerpt: Revas knelt before her, his massive frame making the throne of bones he had built for her in the Abyss look small. The air smelled of fresh slaughter. "You are shaking, little Princess," he purred, his voice a low rumble that vibrated against her chest. He reached out, a clawed hand hovering near her throat. "Are you finally afraid?" Mirabelle didn't flinch. She stepped forward, closing the distance until the cold silver of his collar pressed against her stomach. She reached up, not to push him away, but to thread her fingers through his snow-white hair, forcing him to look up at her. "I am shaking," she admitted, her voice void of warmth. "But not from fear, Revas." His pupils dilated. "Then what?" "Anticipation," she replied, a cruel smile touching her lips. "I’m thinking about how their screams will sound when I let you off this leash." Revas froze. Then, slowly, a grin spread across his face, predatory, worshipful, and completely unhinged. He pressed his cheek against her palm, nuzzling into her touch like a starving wolf. "Then give the command, Mistress," he breathed. "And I will turn this world into a graveyard for you." -------------------- Let's Connect: Instagram: dolly_.roma Discord: DollyRoma#7887 ** The beautiful cover art belongs to me and was comissioned by elkshan (Instagram)

Seated upon the obsidian throne carved from the bones of forgotten kings, Queen Sahira gazes with haunted authority. Her crimson hair cascades like spilled wine over blood-red robes etched in ancient runes. Veins of power glow faintly beneath her skin, a testament to the forbidden blood magic she commands. Shadows of the past; faceless, whispering, watching; loom behind her, remnants of the souls bound to her rise. This is the heart of Sahirra's power: beauty cloaked in terror, a legacy soaked in sacrifice. Her silence speaks of kingdoms ruled, rebellions crushed, and a destiny darker than prophecy ever dared whisper. Inspired by the Dune, The poppy war and Avatar

Anyone who gets their home taken away from them would want to take it back. Even the kindest of people can become dark and twisted with all the unexpecting events happening. That's what happened to Altheia, being a sheltered young lady with everything she ever wanted suddenly getting everything and everyone taken away from her. Leaving her empty with only revenge and the need to reclaim everything that what once belonged to her driving her. She gets what she wished for but only not in the way she expected. Will her own desire for justice and revenge destroy her? Will she accept the outcome in the end with an open heart? Or will it boil from within her and awaken something that was never meant to see the light of day? I, Grifone D’Gratis, am the original author of Andgiet Scinn: Oneirophobia. I am currently submitting it to Royal Road at https://www.royalroad.com/profile/702827/fictions.

Death by overwork? Check. Isekai’d into a glittery kingdom called Aelthryndivoryssalindria, yes, that's the name but I call it Aelthryn, because who has time for that? Double check. All I wanted was a soft life filled with pastries, naps, and no husband. But five years into my new life as Princess Elyndravyssorathielindria Sylvarindelthys—Elyn, please, God knows why the names are so difficult to pronounce—my father demands I marry. But explain to me why all the potential suitors look like they were picked up from the fucking gutter? I kid you not. one of them literally suggested teaching me to ride a horse and guess who found out he could not ride one at all and at the end of the day cried begging for his mother...me. And that's just one. There's also the fact that I don't want to even get married. So in a panic, after scaring my suitors away, I tell my father I'm in love with Zorathys Vaelkyrion. What I didn't plan for was the fact that Zorathys is real, he’s at our annual ball, and he’s calling me his lover to settle Dad’s debts. Now I’m stuck in the Underworld, managing Hell’s paperwork, babysitting demon nobles, and dodging a giant snake with a sweet tooth. Oh, and Zor? A lazy, body-pillow-hugging tease who makes my heart race. Worse, every escape portal dumps me in his bedroom, and he’s not so bad. But when I stumble into a plot to overthrow him, my soft-life dreams might cost me everything—unless I fight for the husband I never wanted. Send help please, I just wanted a soft life and not a demon husband.. --------------------- "...you can't marry my daughter," my father said to the demon king and I nodded. "...she...she's gay. Yes," he said with a nod like that was the most reasonable explanation ever. "She's into girls." I was shocked and stared at him then back at the demon king who paused. Maybe this could work after all. I nodded too, supporting my father's words. The demon king smiled then. "What good taste you have, there's a reason why we belong to each other after all. I'm into women too." What?

Seraphina Vale grew up unwanted. An orphan passed from one home to another until she learned that happy endings were best found between pages, not in real life. By adulthood, she was a broke writer, living on instant noodles and failed manuscripts, clinging to dreams that never sold. Then her best friend mailed her a “souvenir” — a tiny glass bottle supposedly holding phoenix tears. She laughed, made a wish, and the next thing she knew… she woke up in another world. A world where dragons run corporations, fox spirits manage PR, and even gorgons hold seats in the boardroom. And her? She’s not even the heroine. Just a phoenix side character and worse, a defective one. As if being cannon fodder wasn’t bad enough, the System whispers her only way home: die. Easy to say, but impossible when phoenixes don’t stay dead. Every time she burns out, she rises again, trapped in the same cruel loop. Then there’s her boss… Lucian Drake, the Ice Dragon CEO with glacial eyes and a reputation as the perfect gentleman. In the original story, Lucian Drake was fated to betray her. His carefully planned affection was only a trap to draw out the real heroine. The system keeps warning her: 'don’t trust him, don’t fall for him.' But how can she not when he smiles like that, when his voice softens, when his smallest gestures feel too genuine to be scripted? So she lets herself believe, just a little… that maybe this story could change. Maybe this time, she could change her roles. But stories have rules. And when the truth surfaces, it cuts deep. She was never the one. Just a substitute. A pawn in his plan to lure the real heroine back. And yet, when everything falls apart, when the truth burns through their carefully built lies, Lucian is the one left chasing after the phoenix he broke. If Seraphina wants to escape, she’ll have to survive office politics, respawn cycles, and a love that was never meant to be hers. Because even if the coldest dragon learns to love her too late... it might already be her turn to fly away. [Transmigration] [Fantasy Romance] [Enemies to Lovers] [Rebirth Loop] [Substitute Female Lead] [Cold CEO Dragon] [Phoenix FL] [Chasing Her Back] [Emotional Betrayal] [Second Male Lead Redemption] [Slow Burn] P/s : This story is written primarily in first-person (Seraphina’s POV) with occasional third-person scenes from Lucian’s perspective to show events outside her knowledge. Expect sarcasm, emotional chaos, and dragons with communication issues.

A cursed demon wolf king. A cast-out human princess deemed unworthy by her family and the entire kingdom. Elora’s Reincarnation led to a suprising twist when she became a bargaining chip between the human kingdom and the wolf pack. The wolf king shouldn’t have a mate. He was cursed to live in this world in solitude. So why is Elora drawn to him? And why does he look at her like she is his entire world? Fate has been written once again. But this time, she won’t be denied. Was she given a new life, just to be doomed the second time, or is Elora finally about cheat fate?

Being a book lover, Luna has always wished that if there was a next life, she would be transmigrated to one of the genres she loves to read about. It was just a wish though, but who would have thought it would happen so soon?! Reverse Harem - Check! Super handsome and hot men - Check! Being rich and pretty - Check! But are there really no take backs for a seemingly perfect life?

Marella dared to join a school trip to an island in the middle of the sea without her parents' permission because if they found out, she would be forbidden from going, just like before. Since childhood, Marella had always been forbidden from setting foot on the beach, but this time she was more reckless. She never imagined the tragic accident that would sink her into the open sea from a ship hit by a storm. With a broken heart, she sank, inhaling water that made her whole body ache. She closed her eyes as consciousness began to slip away from her. When she awoke, she was greeted harshly by a Siren Prince who accused her of being an intruder from the Mermaid Kingdom because Marella’s legs had transformed into a beautiful fishtail, making it almost impossible for her to believe it. Was this because of the internet ritual she had performed out of boredom the night before? What had actually happened to her? Was this just a coincidence? Or was the sea demanding something from her? ~APOLOGIES FOR THE POOR ENGLISH, AS I AM THE ORIGINAL AUTHOR TRYING TO TRANSLATE DIRECTLY FROM THE ORIGINAL INDONESIAN INTO ENGLISH~

Crown Prince Ian Stromridge has just returned from battle, hailed as a hero, greeted with people's adoration and blessings but he brings home a beautiful woman, though he's already married leaving everybody completed nonplussed. His wife, Princess Angelica Stromridge wed him for convenience before he left for war. Their marriage lacked affection and was rife with misunderstandings from the start. From name-calling to accidental letters leading to further misconception. During his absence, Angelica played the dutiful wife, sacrificing to maintain the household, being the lovely princess and wonderful daughter in law, only to face his return with another woman whom the entire kingdom agreed was more beautiful than she was! Will she divorce or fight for his love, a love that clearly never existed in the first place? Will she clear the misunderstandings and surmount the obstacles or will it be a post-marriage love story or an ex-wife tale full of regret? Excerpt |||| "My princess..." called a maid, knocking on the door her hand trembling. "Come in." replied Angelica as the door opened hearing footsteps approaching. "What are you doing here? I gave stern orders for no one to disturb me for the entirety of the day." her austere voice rang out. "I... I know my princess... please forgive me... I... I did not mean to disturb you but... this is something very important." "Let's have it then." replied Angelica closing the book she had been reading as she laid eyes on the maid. The maid gulped, the fear evident in her eyes, she did not know how Angelica would react to the severely bad news she had brought with her, however, one thing was sure, Angelica would not react lightly at all. "My... m...y prince...ss the..." said the maid, causing Angelica to sigh in annoyance, rolling her eyes, she had better things to do than sit here listening to the maid's mumbling. "Yes, say it." said Angelica giving the maid a hand. "My princess, the crowned prince has returned." said the maid. "Oh... well that's nice... I guess I will see him later, or better yet tomorrow. There is no rush, I am sure he is swarmed by crowds at the moment." replied Angelica lazily, she really had no intention of moving from this spot. "But my princess... ther— " "Oh, you're right, it would be unacceptable if I did not come out to greet him, rumours would certainly ensue and the kingdom would be in serious hysteria as they always are." replied Angelica annoyed. "Yes, you are right, I should go and welcome him back home." said Angelica as she stood up and yawned. "My princess... that is not all, there is something else..." said the maid. "And what is that?" asked Angelica as the maid's eyes darted around the room, she did not know what to do, or how best to put this. "My princess... the... the crowned prince has truly returned but..." said the maid with a prolonged pause. "But what?" asked Angelica, her senses tingling, she had a inking that there was something wrong from the maid's strange behaviour. "But his highness..." paused the maid. "Out with it now!" said Angelica sternly. "His highness has returned with a strange woman and the rumours claim that she is his new wife!" spat out the maid as Angelica suddenly felt lightheaded and she fell back down on the chair. "My princess!" cried the maid as she rushed to her. "This is some sort of farce." said Angelica as the maid proceeded quickly to fan her with a cloth. "No my princess... it is true." replied the maid. "This is impossible. Ian must be mad, I am going to see this display of stupidity for myself!" said Angelica hotly, quickly rising up and storming out of the room as the poor maid followed behind her. ||||